“Color me spectrum…”

Color me blue, red, green, and brown.

If color did not exist, what would be?

Color me Evil, Good, contemplative, And Kind.

But I will always have what is mine and know my own self.

But if you insist on boxing me in a frame or thing.

Water me and still see what kind of beauty this color will become.

Through rain, storms of fire and modes of black.

I am destined to be the rose that arose from cracks.

Cracked pavement, harsh enslavement, manipulation, and confused dazing.

Yet, the seeds of embracing all colors grew and bloomed.

Never doomed, I am only groomed – by some force untouched by the color spectrum.

So it is perfectly well, to wholeheartedly desire perfection.